Anymore, as we build. Pungent less, darkened images. Blinding eyes, blinding until night. Dancers fade, monsters kill. The game is over, song ends. Without the moon, descending hours. Drops of rain, scents of a lemon. A pause, a stop, a maddening. I slumber without dreams and motions. Wars never die, death stings. Eyes do not move, no more sight. I cannot go on, life fails.

With great power comes great responsibility. This is a story of a girl. For our anniversary, Nene and I went on an escapade.

I dont know nothing about the inadequacies of carpet. Tech trait and a fair shadow. Next door we may be an ass. A story about a sponge. The needle ought not peg left. Meadow fresh full of children.

On Nature, People and Islam. Whilst those of apple and plum. Light from the full moon. Extremists, though not ISIS. Islamic State of Iraq and Sham. Orange, green and blue.

Poems and other stuff I have written. For when you offer me. Fall from your delusive lips. Like rain on a stormy day. When I realize my witless. Laced together to form sentences. Creeping in for my consideration.

I shall love one day. Cupid is calling, happiness is around. Hold on to it, heart said. But something is pulling me back. While I want to go ahead. I was waiting for love. When it is finally here,. Why do I refrain? Because the wound of lost love. Tears are not dried up yet,. I shall not give up on hope,. Destiny will find a way. I shall bloom one day. I shall love one day. Oh Mother, please take me back.

Almost twenty-five but always, fifteen. Poetry, Past and Present. Eating Happily, Drinking Merrily. These are standard blog posts. A little more ranting than usual. Audio, video, disco. I want to write a novel. I want to run a mile. I want to sprint for miles. Away, without a care of what others could possibly think. Research, writing, crafting, walking. This blog touches on many things, often mismatched if extracted at random.